One scarf and a thousand memories
I grew up at a time when clothes with African fabrics were only in “traditional” shapes. I’m talking about the old robes (called agbada in Nigeria), simple fabrics and among others. And this type of clothing was considered as clothes for the “old people” and the young refused to wear them. Fortunately, this has all changed, the creativity of African designers and other has been extraordinary. The clothes they have created have been following world trends step by step. This has made the use of African clothing increase considerably in the last 10 years.
But in 2003 before African fabrics gained a huge popularity, I went to one of those stores that sell only fabrics. I went there with the intention of looking for a fabric to make curtains. At the time, despite living here (Groningen, The Netherlands) only for almost 2 years, I was consumed entirely by a huge homesickness of my country (Angola). To my astonishment, I found a piece of African fabric among certain scraps. Unfortunately, it wasn’t big enough, but I got so enthusiastic that I was determined to buy it anyway.
I asked the lady if they had no more African fabrics, but unfortunately, that little piece was the only one they had. I bought it anyway. Not so much for being beautiful, but for the sensations and memories that the fabric at that moment transmitted to me. Invaded by so many memories I was consumed by the longing for my country. I remembered the African suits that my big sisters and aunts wore, which at that moment led me to remember the wonderful moments spent together.
I was struck by the way a mere fabric had brought back so many good memories. And then I started thinking about issues like culture and identity and how important they are and how they affect us in every fiber of our being. As the fabric was too small could not do much with it. But It did not stop me to style it and wear it as a scarf. At that time I was more comfortable with shorts, short skirts, and short dresses. I was infected with the fever of short clothes. A thing of those immature times (ha ha ha ha ha, I know you understand me lol). But now I grew up and my style grew with me. And this is what I’m trying to transmit in the today’s look, made with the same scarf but with an AngoDiva 14 years older.
It’s a look that has no secret. I have combined almost all the colors that make up the scarf with the rest of the clothes I wore. I added the jacket just because the weather was uncomfortably cold and obviously I took the opportunity to choose a jacket that would make the look even more “fashionable” (lol).
I hope you liked it! A kiss from AngoDiva for you and may God enlighten your path. Do not forget to dream and always fight for the realization of your dreams.
With love, AngoDiva.